My wonderfully talented friend Emily Crockett makes lemonade out of the lemons that are this atrocious piece from ThoughtCatalog.com.
The text is full of fail on the level of your average fanfiction.net or deviantart submission. It’s bogged down with enough needless adjectives and gushy metaphors to fill Stephenie Meyer’s entire oeuvre, and once again proves the old saw about how it’s damn near impossible to write convincing sex.
Also, I’m pretty sure the fourth paragraph could only have been inspired by this piece of cinematic brilliance.
